Chapter 19
The photograph showed a dimly lit hospital room in Zurich, Switzerland, dated only twelve hours ago.
Lying on the hospital bed was a man with short dark hair and a heavily bandaged face—a man who looked hauntingly familiar.
It was Arthur Cross—Victoria's supposedly drowned first husband—staring directly into the security camera lens with a cold, terrifying smirk.
Attached to the photo was a single line of text that made Ethan's blood run ice cold: "You only caught the amateurs, Ethan. The real game hasn't even started yet."
Ethan’s grip tightened around his crystal glass until his knuckles turned completely white with strain.
He thought the nightmare was over, that the syndicate had been completely crushed beneath his boots in Chicago.
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It turns out that Arthur Cross had orchestrated his own fake death to build an even larger, more dangerous global cartel across Europe.
And now, knowing that Ethan had destroyed his brother Jonathan and imprisoned Victoria, Arthur was coming back for total revenge.
